“how tf did I end up in a city?”
then after a short vid and a few pics, scurry to the nearest way out of these. It looks far enough away to buy me time to safely leave.
(I was supposed to be across the street from the WTC from Sept 10-15, 2001 for a stupid training I didn’t need — that’s how I got out of it ahead of time.
But I often imagined having to walk across that long bridge to get back to New Jersey and that I’d probably have forgotten my lunch that day… and that I’d probably have bad cancer by now… although I don’t think I’d have died that day…]